Mark Ronson - Mama Told Me lyrics

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Mark Ronson - Mama Told Me lyrics

[Hook x2] Mama told me it'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think it'd be a day like this (Naw!) Not now not ever And now until forever you will never need another (n***a!) [Verse 1] Sorry hip hop, it took me so long to get on But so long that I'm on it, it's on I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin'! I swear these dolla's gon' add up And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck That's why I shine like I does It's pain in my eyes but these Yves Saints blind you to look Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag Whoever tried to gravitate G told me it's a city full of crabs I'm feelin' like a platter at Phillip's when I rap As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance And f** the radio for tellin' me to snap jam I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here My net is from jet setters to cab fares Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared I been called the heir apparent to guide us Not DC, this whole f**in' genre And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's But more or less the hope for dope n***as to prosper Yessir [Hook x2] [Verse 2] The future is now I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now Dope n***as locked out 4 year rap drought It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out I would invest in a poncho Cause I ain't finna punch out like Gla** Joe (Naw!) Ima go until my arm's sore f** it! I go until my 40 millionth encore Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess that's hip-hop heads on celery We vegetables, on them record labels Who's next to release? We guillotine them n***as braggin' but everybody stagnant Everybody broke except the n***a on the track (sh**!) And mama why you throw away my drums? A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song n***a I'm a hundred miles far I'm feelin' Chris Childs, you lookin' like Kobe Bryant jaw It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it Now I'm playin' solitaire patient Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus See me as blasphemous for I don't need them God give me strength, Allah give me patience I am only a man and I don't know what to think [Hook x2]

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